Oedipus plays the Blues

Oedipus plays the Blues

Blindness, kids.

Sometimes a curse can be a blessing.

The closest I've ever been to blind is losing a contact lens, or that ill-fated attempt to remove the scratches from my only glasses with a power tool.

Justice is blind. Love is blind. Why do all the good and righteous things have no eyes?

The point (to the extent I ever have a point) is that recently I've been wondering if it would be easier to simply not have the faculty at all than to try and plow through the noise to really SEE what the hell's going on.

Red fish, blue fish. Isn't it all just shades of gray anyways? Swim with the school or stand out, ostracized, forced to make your own way in the sea of supposition.

Here's the thing: There's no Lasix to fix our myopia. We're 20/300 trying to figure out what the big blur on the horizon has in store for us.

TRUTH cannot be hidden, at least not entirely. The best lies are based on fact. We have the ability to see what's REALLY, TRULY REAL, but it's going to look different depending on the rose-colored glasses we're peering through. Designer labels slapped right over the peepholes. Can you see the sun through your Time-Warner bifocals?

All these words and still I've said nothing.

We intuitively know that we're bigger, better and greater than what we appear to be. We convince ourselves that we can rise above the sludge of the PTB, Inc's Work Camps. But they own the Canteen, They own the Showers. They own the Optometrist. They own the air itself. They own the mirrors that you use to justify yourself as a living, breathing human entity.

Blindness is your gift. Be blind to anything that needs to be seen to exist. Be deaf to anything that exists only to hear itself. What you're looking for is buried so far down the rabbit hole their compact fluorescents can't pentrate.But trust me - when you hear the blues, you're close... Damn close. Take a left past the "Exit Only" sign and run like hell.

You are not owned. You are not property. You are not simply a prisoner within a meat-puppet, herded like lemming-sheep to be sheared and sacrificed. Quantum interfaces link the meaty you to the YOU out there. Stop looking for the lost contact. There's plenty of light between cathode and anode. You're looking out there - it's blurry, fuzzy and will never come into focus enough for you to see Truth. Look between the shags on the shitty carpet - you'll find a way to see more clearly than you can possibly imagine.